Chapter 8

Falkon

I watched the fight unfold before me with a lazy interest. The new prisoners had certainly spiced things up. A large minotaur had been set upon for no particular reason and was now making quick work of his attacker. No one had tried to involve me, and I had no reason to involve myself. The guards rushed in and looked completely panicked. Small humans lacked the means to handle large monster fights. They set off the collars and floored everyone involved, plus a few people stood nearby enough that I guess they thought they were a threat. An orc mumbled happily as 4 men shackled and dragged his barely conscious body across the floor.

It was a pleasant distraction from the thought that was tormenting me. My past. I'd done things, and I wasn't sure if my Sunbeam knew the full extent of it. I might die soon, and I'd go willingly for her. But if I lived. Well, then I needed to be honest with her. It was clear after our fight that openness meant a lot to her, so it meant a lot to me too.

My mind flashed back. The pain. The grief. The rage. Fire and screams. I managed to push it out of my head most of the time. But I knew I was going to have to revisit it. For her. She needed to see who I was. She had to love me for all that I was and had been.

After all the unconscious monsters had been dragged off, a bedraggled guard came over and waved at me.

"Yoga?"

I stretched out and nodded before following him. He turned back and looked at me as though he wanted to say something, but thought better of it.

"What?"

He stopped.

"Well, it's just that you are getting too big for this place. You have to squeeze into your cell, you barely make it through the doors. You might, well, have to go to a dragon camp soon. I just wanted to warn you."

It felt like a punch in the gut. I'd been ignoring how difficult I was finding it to move around this place. I'd heard rumours about dragon camps and judging by the look on this guard's face, so had he.

"Yes, I suppose. I hear they are on islands far off the coast. And dragons are left there with their wings clipped, to fend for themselves. To fight and die"

I watched his face carefully. The edges of his mouth drooped down slightly.

"Yeah, that's what I've heard too."

I nodded.

"It is what it is."

The guard gave me a pat on the shoulder and then kept walking. I pushed the feelings down that were threatening to erupt. I wanted to scream and roar and burn everything down. There was nothing worse for a dragon than having their wings clipped. And to have to leave her behind. My Sunbeam, so soon after finding her. The obstacles between us were lining up, and I was starting to think that perhaps fate was simply a cruel joke. Were my crimes so bad that she had to suffer too?

We emerged into the yard, and I was drawn to her instantly. Small but glowing. She spun around as though she sensed me and smiled. I winked at her, and she laughed. For now, all I had to do was enjoy this time with her. We weren't alone. Monsters milled around, but it was the best I had for now.

"Ok everyone, let's find a place to stand."

Her voice rang out clearly and she gave everyone a wide grin. Monstrous faces grinned back. By the gods, she was the most joyous and perfect creature. I didn't deserve her. I could never do enough to deserve her. But I would try. And I knew in that moment that fate could throw anything it wanted in our path. I would defeat it all to make her happy. If she still wanted me, once she knew the truth about me. Then I would fight any battle for her. I would fight the gods and fates themselves and burn down anything in our way. I would worship her like the finest gold and mate her into delirium.

My cock hardened inside my body, threatening to push its way out. She bent forward, leading us through the first steps of the yoga. It was impossible not to be aroused watching how flexible her small body was. This was the most beautiful torture, and I would savour every minute of it.